Wars of Men, of Women, of the.....
Games, we sometimes....... play.
I guess I'll just, remain....
Here. By myself.
For it seems I taint .....those.
I touch.
Too brief, each, .... was .... My, happiness.
Best, I just, forget.... the taste,
of love.
Instead I'll savour.
That long lost taste of Victory.
The unsaid, unrequited love of....
Brothers
I hope.
You don't
Mind.
Giajl © Jim Love